She Just Knew That Even When You

Men, She Thought, Were One Of The World's Few Sure Comforts, Like A Fire On A Cold October Night, Like Cocoa, Like Broken-in-slippers. Their Clumsy Affections, Their Bristly Faces, And Their Willingness To Do What Needed To Be Done - Cook An Omelette, Change Lightbulbs, Make With Hugging - Sometimes Almost Made Being A Woman Fun.

The Difference Between Childhood And Adulthood, Vic Had Come To Believe, Was The Difference Between Imagination And Resignation. You Traded One For The Other And Lost Your Way.

Some Things You Didn't Give Away, No Matter How Much You Owed.

You Can't Let Facts Get In The Way Of The Truth.

You Know Someone For A While And Then One Day A Hole Opens Underneath Them, And They Fall Out Of Your World.